6 Job then said in reply:
3 For now it is heavier than the sands of the seas.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me,
And my spirit is drinking their venom;+
The terrors from God are lined up against me.
6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt,
Or is there flavor in the juice of a mallow?
They are like contamination in my food.
8 O that my request would be realized
And that God would grant my desire!
10 For even that would bring me comfort;
I would leap for joy despite the unrelenting pain,
For I have not denied the sayings of the Holy One.+
And what end awaits me, that I should continue to live?*
12 Is my strength like that of rock?
Or is my flesh made of copper?
13 Is there any way that I can help myself
When all my means of support has been driven from me?
Like the water of winter streams that dry up.
16 They are darkened by ice,
And in them the melting snow is hidden.
17 But in due season they become waterless and come to an end;
When it becomes hot, they dry up.
18 Their course is diverted;
They flow into the desert and vanish.
20 They are ashamed because of their misplaced trust;
They come there only to be disappointed.
You have seen the terror of my calamity, and you are afraid.+
22 Have I said, ‘Give me something,’
Or requested that you make a gift for me from your wealth?
But what benefit can be found in your reproof?+
28 So now turn and look at me,
For I would not lie to your very faces.
29 Reconsider, please—do not misjudge me—
Yes, reconsider, for my righteousness is yet intact.
30 Is my tongue speaking unjustly?
Does my palate not discern that something is wrong?